Home

The weeks been long and the journey a hard one
The end is in sight, the finish line is near
it'll all be over soon and you'll be home.
What is home? is it a place where you've spent most or your childhood,
is it a place where there are lots of memories?
or is it a place where your heart feels free and you feel at ease.
unguarded because those around are friends

The seats are more comfortable and the beds more restful
The food tastes nicers and the company more interesting
The flowersw brighter and the sunshine more magical.

How I long to be home. The green green fields of home.
The rape seed giving accent to the rolling hills
trees and hedgerow giving form to the music of the country
bird flying between green and yellow to find their nests.

How I long to be home. Where the garden fills with magic
the sheep singing in the distance and the castle glowing in the twilight
How I miss home, with the street lights and stars twinkling brightly in a stellar competition.

alas I am not home, I'm happy but I'm not home.
My world consists of grey as far as the eye can see,
small patches of green hiding between the forrests of houses
there is more wildlife here, i saw some deer yesterday, roaming between the cars
but it is not home.

one day i might return home, with a young family
as that is what home is to me, people who i love and who love me equally
for now i travel between homes but one day i will make one of my own...